I've really been dragging my feet in finishing the registration process for the upcoming winter and spring terms. While I'm definitely a sophomore in terms of average age and college experience, I technically have junior standing thanks to all those butt-kicking AP classes from high school granting me a bunch of extra credits. Having junior standing has really paid off--having an earlier pick at the classes offered each term than most of my peers has ensured that I have always gotten into my first choice without much hassle.
Even though the weather is cold and grey enough to turn everyone at C of I into the most sluggish of reptiles, giving up movement and energy is something no one can afford to do just now. Though we hit the midpoint mark of the semester a while ago, now is the time that professors are reminding us that there are still half the semester’s points left to earn, and the tests and assignments are piling up to prove it.
Something wonderful happened on Wednesday this week. I walked into the caf for lunch, and noticed that most of the desserts had been relocated. I immediately took a picture and sent it to my friend Kristin. This was a personal victory for us: we’ve been writing poems to the caf on a nearly nightly basis, asking them to hide the desserts from us. It has been a very lighthearted project, but we are at least a little bit serious about it. The problem is that the caf makes really, really good food, particularly dessert.
Over the last week or so I have had something missing in my life. I have had a lot more time to do my homework but am missing catching up with my team everyday. I am talking about my last soccer match ever. Unfortunately the end of break also saw the end of the women’s soccer season. I no longer have practice every day and have just returned my uniform for the last time.
Even though November just started, everyone at C of I already has his or her eye on the springtime. Or at least spring term, as we’re in the midst of registering for next semester’s classes. I have 56 credits to my name, and will register with the rest of the sophomore class next Monday. The seniors and juniors have already gotten first pick at the classes, and I’m sure many underclassmen are closely monitoring the number of open spots in the classes they intend to take.
A few hours ago, President Barack Obama clinched the Presidency after being declared the projected winner of Ohio, an important swing state that was challenger Mitt Romney's last hope of victory. And while the Obama supporters in Chicago danced around and rejoiced and the Romney supporters cupped their hands over their mouths and shook their heads at their giant screens, my suitemates and I sat watching our smaller screen, quoting pro-Obama slogans at one another and telling all who would listen that the result was obvious from the start.
Zombies have been a bigger part of my life recently than they ever have been. Humans vs. Zombies starts tomorrow, and I am so unbelievably excited. I’ve spent more hours than I’d like to admit catching up on the Walking Dead, and based on what I’ve learned, this is my game plan (which I will adhere to in the case of an actual zombie apocalypse):
After a week away it’s good to be back on campus. One of the first things I did was go to my sorority’s weekly meeting, which we call chapter. Chapter dress code varies from black formal to business casual, and once in a while we’ll have a themed chapter. This Sunday was one such night, and because it’s the Halloween week, we all came in costume. My president came as a piñata, our Vice President of Standards came as David Bowie in Labyrinth, our Corresponding and Recording Secretary was Cinderella, and I was a Frenchman, with beret, wineglass, striped shirt, and baguette.
Navigation has never been my strong suit. Among all my friends and family, I'm the last person you ask for directions or looking at maps. I'm notorious for ending up at Point F when I'd rather be at Point B--I'm still reminded by a few close friends of mine of the time I ended up at the Boise airport in an attempt to return home after Christmas shopping. Freeways and street names just confuse me, and I'm not ashamed at all to say that without my GPS, I'd likely end up in Canada somehow.
So I think it is increaingly important in today's world not to burn out. I am a poster child for burn out cases, with a work ethic that is strange to say the least. I normally am of the school of thought that doesn't really care for most things. I am not the best of students, because if something does not stimulate me, then I do not really care much for it. But if something is exciting for me intellectually, then I go all out on it. Case in point being the arts.